My Flash-Marriage Husband Turned Out to Be a Trillionaire Tycoon

In October in Guancheng, the lingering heat of the "autumn tiger" was still present, with only a hint of coolness in the early morning and late at night. Hai Tong woke up before dawn. As usual, she quietly prepared breakfast for her sister's family of three. The sizzle of frying eggs and the aroma of toast were the only warmth in this home in the morning. By the time she had tidied up her nephew Zhou Yang's toys, which were scattered all over the living room, and mopped the floor until it was reflective, she finally had a moment to breathe. She quietly returned to her small room, took two cold steamed buns from a drawer and put them in her pocket, then pulled out the red household registration book. Her movements were as light as a cat, afraid of disturbing someone. "From now on, we're splitting everything 50/50!" "Living expenses, mortgage, car loans—everything has to be split!" "Your sister is living in our house. She needs to pay half too! What's two thousand a month? How is that any different from freeloading?" Last night, her brother-in-law Zhou Kai's suppressed, angry voice from the living room stabbed into Hai Tong's heart like sharp needles. She had pretended to be asleep but heard every word. Her sister, Hai Ling, had given up her promising position as a CFO to willingly become a full-time housewife for this family, only to be accused of "only knowing how to spend money" and be subtly pushed out. And she, Hai Tong, had become the superfluous "burden" in her sister's marriage. This couldn't go on. To prevent her sister's life from becoming a constant battlefield, she had to move out. But to truly put her sister at ease, there was only one path—get married. An absurd yet incredibly realistic idea took root in her mind. She thought of Grandma Zhan. That kind and gentle old woman she had saved three months ago had tried several times to set her up with her "marriage-challenged" grandson. Hai Tong had always thought that a man who could be a senior executive at a major corporation in a big city like Guancheng but still couldn't find a girlfriend at thirty was either too picky or... just not much to look at. But now, she had no other choice. Downstairs, the morning air carried a chill. A bus happened to be stopping at the curb. Hai Tong jogged over, saw that it was the route passing the Civil Affairs Bureau, and hopped on just as the driver was about to close the door. She chose a window seat and sat down. As the bus slowly pulled away, the street scene outside receded. Skyscrapers towered, traffic flowed like rivers, but in this bustling city, there was not a single place that was her home. Twenty minutes later, the iconic building of the Civil Affairs Bureau appeared in sight. "Hai Tong!" As soon as she got off, a familiar and warm voice called out. Hai Tong followed the sound and saw Grandma Zhan standing on the steps, waving enthusiastically at her. And beside her stood a tall, upright man. The man was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, his posture as straight as a pine. Just by standing there, he exuded a powerful aura that kept people at a distance. Sunlight fell on his chiseled profile, outlining a sharp, hard jawline. When Hai Tong approached, he slowly turned his head. In that instant, Hai Tong's breath hitched. She had imagined countless possibilities, but she had never imagined that the "marriage-challenged" grandson Grandma Zhan spoke of would look like this. He wasn't ugly; on the contrary, he was aggressively handsome. His deep eyes were like a cold pool, so sharp they seemed to pierce right through a person. The indifference and aloofness that emanated from his very bones were colder than the autumn wind. Not far away, a black Dongfeng commercial van was parked. Its logo was ordinary, not that of an expensive luxury car. This small detail made Hai Tong's tense nerves relax a little. It seemed he was just an ordinary person, like her, working hard to make a living in this city. "Hai Tong, this is my eldest grandson, Zhan Yin, an old bachelor at thirty who I can't marry off!" Grandma Zhan warmly held Hai Tong's hand, ruthlessly roasting her own grandson. "But though he's a bit cold, he's actually very considerate and attentive. You saved my life, and we've known each other for three months. Trust me, I wouldn't push a bad grandson on you!" Hearing his grandmother's description, Zhan Yin shot Hai Tong a cold glance, his eyes filled with scrutiny and impatience, but he remained silent. He was probably used to his grandmother "disliking" him like this and had long developed an immunity. Hai Tong's cheeks flushed slightly, but she gracefully extended her hand to Zhan Yin, smiling as she introduced herself: "Mr. Zhan, hello. I'm Hai Tong." Zhan Yin's sharp gaze, like an X-ray, scanned Hai Tong from head to toe. His gaze carried the habitual pickiness and scrutiny of a superior. It wasn't until Grandma Zhan coughed lightly that he reluctantly extended his well-defined hand, giving hers a brief shake. His voice was low and cold: "Zhan Yin." His fingertips were cool; the touch was fleeting. After shaking hands, Zhan Yin raised his left hand to glance at his watch, his tone leaving no room for argument: "I'm very busy. Let's get this over with." Hai Tong softly murmured, "Okay." "You two, go inside and get the paperwork done. I'll be waiting for you here," Grandma Zhan urged. "Grandma, go to the car. It's hot outside," Zhan Yin said, helping his grandmother toward the van, his movements showing a hint of care. Watching his back, Hai Tong felt a bit more at ease. Perhaps Grandma Zhan was right; he was just cold on the outside but a considerate person at heart. Although they were strangers, Grandma Zhan said he owned a house outright. If she married him, she could move out of her sister's house, and her sister could be at ease. Her marriage, from the very beginning, was destined to be just a partnership. Soon, Zhan Yin returned to Hai Tong and said concisely, "Let's go." Hai Tong nodded and silently followed him into the Civil Affairs Bureau.